Anna Redmond

Anna Redmond put her own death in the Irish Independent as a mischief - or maybe ‘a cry for help’. She married into Mr. Webster’s hotel and worked there slave-like. Her beautiful young face, her red hair streaming, cheekily curling, her laughter eyes sad - her husband, boyishly drinking all the profits. They said she suffered from her nerves! They said no wonder Tommy drank the way he did! They always referred to her as she – she was a bit wild, she didn’t fit in, he could have done better for himself – no wonder he hit her. Her red hair dulled in a mental hospital. Anna Redmond, full of promise, beautiful and lively had her youthful exuberance quelled by life’s circumstances.